Sunday, July 02, 2006

Food for Thought


while making art in college, i harbored a strong affinity for the concept of sculpture. it is so open. so undefined. what i'm saying is, when someone tells you they're a painter or a photographer your brain immediately pictures what that means. you know what a painting looks like. no matter how big or small, sloppy or precise, all paintings fit into a basic general description. your brain has no trouble wrapping itself around the concept of a painting. same for a photograph. but a sculpture... sculpture could be *anything.* all that defines it is its three-dimentionality, and even that line can be blurred at times. any "thing" you decide should exist, you make it - and it is art. and it can really EXIST, too. it is not necessarily just a representation (although it can be, if you want). a urinal turned on its back? art. a dead shark in a tank of formaldehyde? art. a four story chia pet dog? little breathing machines under a blanket that look like cute things sleeping? a box of matches on which there are written instructions to use the matches it contains to burn all the art you can, and then use the last one to burn the matchbox itself? art! not that it is guaranteed to be good art, but it is art nonetheless. the sky is the limit, as they say. this was a very freeing idea for a 19-year-old who was already feeling stifled by the words "Cliche" and "Imitation" – two words frequently wielded (like cruel samurai swords of doom) by art class TAs. the breezy concept of sculpture made breaking out of the box much more intuitive.

why am i writing about this now, you ask? because i concluded today (while chowing down on vanj's mouth-watering french toast and slurping contentedly on a mix of orange juice and sparkling cider... at half past noon), that brunch is the equivalent of sculpture in the meal spectrum. now stay with me. the basic definition of brunch is "a meal which acts as both breakfast and lunch." but through my experience, even that line can be blurred. you can serve anything you want! everything you want, in fact. you want a burrito and a pancake and a peanut butter and banana sandwich and some chili fried with eggs and a yogurt parfait? brunch! you can drink anything you want, too. juice, coffee, soda, water, beer, mixed cocktails... brunch says go for it! and you can start eating at seven in the morning or three in the afternoon. i say, as long as it's the first official meal of the day, it fits in the definition. and that doesn't even have to be true for everyone at the table! brunch is an event. it is recognized by everyone as a reason to rejoice, if not - dare i say it - a raison d'etre. it is the meal outside of the box. it is the only good reason to get up on a sunday... but if you sleep in, don't worry! brunch is waiting!

brunch, i salute you.

7 comments:

lost teeth said...

"we'll eat you up, we love you so!"
halo and i love that book! thanks for the link, but he's too young!

Damian said...

Pirate pancakes: cliche, or arrrrrrt?

Wocka wocka.

claire said...

Mad -- Brunch is Breakfast and Lunch squeezed together -- did your mother teach you that? -- that's why you get to eat so many things, like a Big Mac squeezed together with some Cheerios. Or a Taco Salad on top of a Waffle. Brunch is my favorite too.

madeline said...

you taught me well, mom.

dr. teeth said...

if i didn't have a blog dedicated to riding a moped, i would call you a dork.

dandan said...

I've been to that sculpture garden!

madeline said...

you would know why i had to wax poetic, zach, if you'd quit working on the day of rest like a good christian and show up for brunch once in a while.

dan – you never cease to amaze me.